That comment fits your name....I wish I could keep a straight face and divert blame after dropping a bomb in this type of situation, but I can't help myself and always start laughing.
More elevator humor: In towers, I never took the elevator, for you never knew how long you would be stuck for either waiting for the damn thing or waiting in the damn thing. This didn't stop me from lighting up that board any chance I got. I would walk in, tree the vator, and walk out.
I was also the guy that regularly put food in the microwave for an hour at midnight before setting up camp in the soccer fields, waiting for the building to dump. When we got Storms and Wallace to dump at the same time was classic.
Low-brow humorists find farting in tight quarters one of the top-shelf pranks in the book.
The other day I was teaching. The room I was in is set up with rows, but with enough space that I can weave in and out. I gave my lesson, weaving in and out of the rows as I taught. Looking at students faces as I taught, they slowly turned to frown and twisted grimaces. After school, at track, one of my students made a comment to the effect of, "I think something got into the school vents this afternoon, your class smelled horrible all day." I smiled and laughed to myself, knowing that the smell did not come from the vent, but from me as I crop dusted the class all lesson long. One of the nice things about being a teacher, no one blames you.
American Hero